The windshield wipers flashed back and forth across the window, fighting the rain at the same intensity her heart seemed to race. Feeling as though it was moments from beating out of her chest.
One…
Two…
Three…
She counted the movements, simply trying to catch her breath and regain her composure.
As she pulled in the parking lot, she flipped her headlights off, even before approaching the parking spot next to the room. This night had been planned, but nothing else beyond this moment was certain.
Pulling into the space, she closed her eyes and took deep solemn breaths as she composed herself. Her mind raced, “What am I doing… this is so unlike me… I can’t…” However, something surrounding the mystery of the evening was intriguing her. She was well aware, she couldn’t merely shrug it off and go about her life without seeing this through to the end.
Abruptly breaking from her thoughts, she grabbed her purse and a few other items… Mainly for any onlookers to feign to believe she was there for more reputable reasons than were the reality.
Pulling the key from her purse, she apprehensively approached the motel room door. That same anxiety washing over her body: Fear and arousal all at once. Would this be a precursor of a new kink to come?
She opened the door, the room was dull and bland. The smell of cleaning supplies with a mild odor of sweat surrounded. The walls were covered in artwork, minimum of two decades past it’s introduction to the markets.
Walking in, she places her purse on the floor next to a side table where a phone and tattered bible rest.
She didn’t quite know what to do… How to approach this situation. All of her life she had control over most everything: uncertainty and surrender had grown distant.
As she stood undecided and yet stuck in the, “What if?” She began to remove her blouse and pants, her white underwear the only remaining cover between her and the world that surrounded her.
Suddenly, she heard a key entering the lock of the door. As the slow turn seemed loud, screeching through her ears.
Her heart pounds, she counts again:
One…
Two…
Three…
Taken aback by the windshield wipers: visualizing and recapturing that imagine in an attempt to stay calm and collected.
The door slowly opens – revealing the man she expected. Still dressed in his usual office attire: Suit, tie, penny loafer shoes. His face reflected no signs of uncertainty as he entered the room. Calm. Collected. Everything that she is not.
*Click*
The door slides shut behind him as he tinkers with the lock. Unaware of her gaze as she looks him up and down. Imagining what lay beneath his tightly buttoned collar, her anxiety and nerves lead to arousal as she feels the moisture flood cool upon her cotton panties.
She adjusts on the bed… Not quite sure how to handle herself: How to hold her head, what to do with her legs, what actions to take as this advance begins?
Lost in her thoughts, he approaches her.
Handing her a bag, he speaks – breaking the silence, “Put this on. I will be right back.”
As quickly as he arrived, he now submerged into the bathroom. The door left ajar: revealing him as he drops his pants to the floor; a silently onlooker, she watches as he turns to reveal his erect cock. Her heart rate quickened: It was everything she ever wanted, something she imagined penetrating and fulfilling a desire that she never knew existed, now living with the desire to embrace it.
Quickly averting her gaze, afraid of being caught, she opens the bag he had handed her: Designer lingerie, perfume, and makeup. Her eyes went wide in surprise. She begins her transformation to the girl he saw her as: Almost unfamiliar, she stands poised, beautiful, and sexy (things she hadn’t felt in an incredibly long time. )
Her thoughts are cut short as his voice interrupts her adoration.
“There you go. Now that you look presentable. Lay down on the bed.”
She walks towards the bed, obeying her directions. Arriving next to him, he doesn’t hesitate as he grabs her by the hips, pulling her to the end of the bed. Her legs bent, feet grazing the floor. His selected crotchless panties were perfect for his plan, inviting his tongue between her lips. The feeling as he works with purpose: licking and biting at her clit.
Perhaps the spontaneity, or perhaps his skill; whatever the cause, she feels the first orgaam as it blankets across her body. Grabbing the blanket below her body… twisting in within her fingers. The counting that once rested her are now worthless at calming the sensations enveloping her.
No longer caring about the world outside the door, she screams.
“FUCK. Oh my fucking God. Yes. Fuck.”
Her worlds trailing off as her cum drips to the cheap comforter below her.
She holds her breath as her legs tense up around his head. Finally confident and knowing what she wants. Knowing he wants to give it to her.
She begins to beg, “Please, please I need you to fill me. Please let me feel you inside of me.” She screams again as another orgasm intensifies her gasping breath.
He looks at her from between her legs and says, “I’m not done with you yet.” Just his breath from the words as they breeze past her clit. The denial of what she wants, his confident demeanor.
She feels the trimble covering her body again as he continues to lap up the moisture exposed.
Her body, nearly exhausted, begins to noticeably shiver as, in one swift motion, he stands, grabbing her hips. His thick cock finally penetrating her and forcibly pressing deep inside.
She screams and bites her lip tasting slight blood.
“More… oh my God… please give me more. Please fill me with every inch of you.”
She feels as he begins to stiffen inside her. The feeling of his fingers on her hips.The sound of his breath as he feeds and fuels the build to climax.
From the mirror above the bed, she watches as he closes his eyes, throwing his head back, as she feels the warmth as his cum floods her.
Later that night, her body still tingles as the wipers flash across the window as she navigates her usual drive home. Counting softly to herself:
One…
Two…
Three…
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